Meshuggah

[Hmantooth]

Its very simple to understand Meshuggah's greatness. They managed to create music without any real melody that still has a hook. Its mechanical, relentless and in some ways utterly primitive. I love Meshuggah, I think they may be one of my favourite bands. There are a ton of sub genre labels you could plaster them with, but ultimately they are their own thing totally. A load of people try to imitate them, but they don't succeed. Demiurge, Future Breed Machine and Dances to a Discordant System are all songs I would highly recommend.

[Metalhead Steve]

And Bleed. Listen to Bleed. Meshuggah isn't one of my favorite bands, but they compose their music in an odd way and they make it sound good.

[Muzzlesreaper6]

Hey check these guys out, they have a cool name Cartoons Can't Die, an odd name for a metal don't you think? Anyways, I'm a bit inexperienced when it comes to comparing, but do you guys think that these guys sound like Nu metal or metalcore or hardcore? Cartoonscantdie's sounds on SoundCloud - Hear the world?s sounds www.facebook.com/cartoonscantdie I personally love them, seen them a couple of times live, great show. Support them by liking their page

[Iceni]

And Bleed. Listen to Bleed.

As it stands now, I personally think that is the single most overrated song in metal. It could easily be about four minutes long and much better.

[KSMASH]

As it stands now' date=' I personally think that is the single most overrated song in metal. It could easily be about four minutes long and much better.[/quote'] Bleed is good, but I think it works better in the context of the album. Obzen is not one where I listen to individual tracks. Koloss and Nothing have stronger individual songs.

[MOFOZOSO]

Love the disciplined robo-rhythms, hate the ridiculous vocalist. Lose him, add a third guitar, start a new trend, appear on children's lunchboxes.

[Iceni]

Love the disciplined robo-rhythms' date=' hate the ridiculous vocalist. Lose him, add a third guitar, start a new trend, appear on children's lunchboxes.[/quote'] 1: Which vocal style? There's a big difference between Chaosphere and Nothing. 2. Why would you add a 3rd guitar to Meshuggah? Most of their later rhythms are executed easily enough by one guitar. They don't use their two guitars in a way that allows for a great deal of complexity, i.e. Gorod. 3. They already did. They started djent and now one can't go through a single Amazon recommendations list without finding Periphery or TesseracT.

[deathstorm]

meshuggah got a cool sound i love the cds

[MOFOZOSO]

1) I'm picky about angry-sounding shouters. Some are inspiring, others are merely distracting nuisances who mar the music they're emoting over. Kidman doesn't really turn my crank. 2) For attainment of greater musical range and depth. To say "They don't use their two guitars in a way that allows for a great deal of complexity" points out a self-imposed limitation of the band on itself, and one which I hope they transcend. 3) Given the band's historical record of leadership and success in stylistic innovation, they're well qualified to bootstrap themselves into an elevated plane of composition and performance. Note that I'm not saying "Meshuggah blows." I'm saying, "Meshuggah is pretty dope (and I'm kinda kicking myself for skipping their gig here the other month) though I wish there were more weird guitar+effects atmospherics/textures alongside the rhythm riffs, and less of the 'I'm fucking a 50 lb. cat' tough-guy vocals."

[Iceni]

1) I'm picky about angry-sounding shouters. Some are inspiring, others are merely distracting nuisances who mar the music they're emoting over. Kidman doesn't really turn my crank. 2) For attainment of greater musical range and depth. To say "They don't use their two guitars in a way that allows for a great deal of complexity" points out a self-imposed limitation of the band on itself, and one which I hope they transcend. 3) Given the band's historical record of leadership and success in stylistic innovation, they're well qualified to bootstrap themselves into an elevated plane of composition and performance. Note that I'm not saying "Meshuggah blows." I'm saying, "Meshuggah is pretty dope (and I'm kinda kicking myself for skipping their gig here the other month) though I wish there were more weird guitar+effects atmospherics/textures alongside the rhythm riffs, and less of the 'I'm fucking a 50 lb. cat' tough-guy vocals."

1: Still, Kidman's style differs substantially on the older albums on comparison to the newer ones. Is it the later stuff you object to, or just thier discography as a whole? 2: Fair enough. However, that would suggest that any given band ought to use more guitar... 3:But they already did. The band already has a unique style, and they did start a trend. Not a good one, but they did start it. The last is a good point. Nothing came off as monotonous to me because there wasn't enough atmosphere behind the rhythm guitars. Nevertheless it can be said that the sparseness could be considered part of their style as well. Still, I'm a bit curious as to how three guitars would add depth to Chaosphere.

[MOFOZOSO]

1: Still' date=' Kidman's style differs substantially on the older albums on comparison to the newer ones. Is it the later stuff you object to, or just thier discography as a whole?[/quote'] I'm thinking mostly of Alive and Koloss since they're the albums I've got, though I poke around on ytbe as well. Touche. I tend to prefer instrumental music, so don't be surprised if I recommend other bands axe their vocalists in favor of adding another guitar or trombone or something else. To me that's an "and", not a "but". My audio apperception has strong visual and kinesthetic aspects, and Meshuggah's drums and guitars in "Demiurge", for example, cause me to envision a hovering alien machine of unknown provenance or intention vibrating the air. However, when Kidman's cartoonish yawping begins again, that reverie is ruined for me by the reminder that all this sound is being caused not by vast automatons but by squishy little humans. Periphery's vox-free release of their eponymous album was something I was very grateful for, and I've long wished that bands would routinely release instrumental versions of their albums. In other words, you take Nevermore, but I'll keep Jeff Loomis. By playing Kidman's part in his place, and with a far broader possible range of textures and colors than he's employing. Anyhow I'll give Chaosphere a closer listen and ponder how it would work to replace this guy with an electrified assemblage of wire, magnets, and wood.

[BlutAusNerd]

I think it's interesting that the music projects an image into your mind that makes it feel like it was made by automatons, but Jens monotonous and mechanical delivery somehow detracts from that for you. He is not one to vary his approach, technique, or even note that he is shouting at for the entire song, maybe even the entire album (it has been pointed out that his style has evolved over the years to be different from album to album, but not by much). I've always found his vocals to be quite mechanical sounding, and the certainly have a more rhythmic usage than a melodic usage, so although you may not prefer the tone, I'm not sure what would be a better fit for their music.

[Iceni]

I think it's interesting that the music projects an image into your mind that makes it feel like it was made by automatons' date=' but Jens monotonous and mechanical delivery somehow detracts from that for you. He is not one to vary his approach, technique, or even note that he is shouting at for the entire song, maybe even the entire album (it has been pointed out that his style has evolved over the years to be different from album to album, but not by much). I've always found his vocals to be quite mechanical sounding, and the certainly have a more rhythmic usage than a melodic usage, so although you may not prefer the tone, I'm not sure what would be a better fit for their music.[/quote'] A lower pitch would be nice. I have very slowly become acclimated to Kidman's vocals, but if they were more often done at a lower pitch they might sound more powerful. The point about Demiurge is fine, but I really enjoyed that song because Kidman sounded properly compelling on it. The mechanical nature of his vocals combined with the sheer volume at which he's yelling help establish the vicious nature of said Demiurge.

[BlutAusNerd]

A lower pitch would be nice. I have very slowly become acclimated to Kidman's vocals' date=' but if they were more often done at a lower pitch they might sound more powerful. The point about Demiurge is fine, but I really enjoyed that song because Kidman sounded properly compelling on it. The mechanical nature of his vocals combined with the sheer volume at which he's yelling help establish the vicious nature of said Demiurge.[/quote'] Supposedly he's a fucking intense frontman in the live setting as well. I've never had the pleasure of seeing them myself, but have heard countless stories from members of my other forum detailing their spot on precision and Jens' power live. I'm pretty sure that they only time they ever came to Utah was with Ministry on Ministry's CU LaTour (final tour after releasing The Last Sucker), and I had to work that night. Kyle was lucky enough to catch them in Vegas the following night though, and said that they were mindblowing.

[MOFOZOSO]

I think it's interesting that the music projects an image into your mind that makes it feel like it was made by automatons' date=' but Jens monotonous and mechanical delivery somehow detracts from that for you. [/quote'] It's too human. I just want the machine, not the people. It's the same presence of the inhuman, the immovable, and unstoppable that caused me to stand an applaud the end of Cloverfield. Kidman strikes me as a hype man, acting as a focal point for the crowd's identification, a need which is common enough in performing bands since watching a few dudes headbang and twiddle their fingers over fretboards isn't quite as compelling a means of establishing interpersonal connections between the audience and the band. So to that effect I'm sure he's more than adequate. However, I don't sign his paychecks so I'll continue to tolerate his involvement in Meshuggah's sound.

[MOFOZOSO]

Supposedly he's a fucking intense frontman in the live setting as well. I've never had the pleasure of seeing them myself' date=' but have heard countless stories from members of my other forum detailing their spot on precision and Jens' power live. I'm pretty sure that they only time they ever came to Utah was with Ministry on Ministry's CU LaTour (final tour after releasing The Last Sucker), and I had to work that night. Kyle was lucky enough to catch them in Vegas the following night though, and said that they were mindblowing.[/quote'] It's the precision among the band as a cohesive unit on "Alive" that really earned my respect. Meshuggah played here recently with Animals as Leaders and I passed on the show because of ticket price and prior obligations, but I'm looking forward to AAL returning this summer, probably with Intronaut and Mouth of the Architect.

[SBird94]

Combustion! Enough said Sent from my GT-I9100T using Tapatalk

[Leper_Affinity]

Jens needed to enunciate a little more on Chaosphere.    The following are some funny misheard lyrics, that I came up with, to all tracks on Chaosphere.  Have fun reading along while listening to this revolutionary album again:

CONCATENATION:

 

Staring at her cage, I hate conservation.  I don't mean to strain you, Mary.  I do it to well-known giants, pretty girls and Scotch on rocks. Clemency terms.  He collected Jones' lower art - it sucks!  I love shadow self green violet princess turned into a demonic, up-front formation, crazy with insatiable energy!!  Propane head!!!  Red toilet!!  The maid killed herself!!  PROPANE HEAD!!!!  RED TOILET!!!!!  THE MAID KILLED HERSELF!!!!!!!   *  Cold is the sun. Emerging complete, you'll sit this day out.  The governments?  I ripped their wild throats!  So you stop to play with goats.  Hands that don't take meat, I'll saw myself.   The old scientist laughs at the rig.  The body doesn't blink for an egg.  Florida is Concatenation.  It shattered only me.  Rebels are safe.  Primate hate!  Red toilet!  May kill myself!!  PRIMATE HEAD!!!  RED KOOL-AIDE!!!!  MAY KILL MYSELF!!!!   *   Blood!!!  Is all my hope, all my vain illusions deceived, I'm drowned in need.  And the core of my agony I feed.  In this tourist, I'm wakening the worm.  Who'll take my frogs?  It's hard to blame it all on my soul.  ECHO!!!!!  THE CARNAL SELF!!!!  DO YOU DO ANYTHING FOR FREE??!?   LEAD!! DEAD!!!  DON'T SAY IGOR!!!  OFFSET MY HEAD!!!!   THOUGHT!!!!!  BOMB!!!!!!  LOST!!!!!!   AWAKE!!!!!  FAITH!!!!!!   HOPE!!!!!  You're next Tuesday!

 

NEW MILLENNIUM CYANIDE CHRIST:

 

I love porno!  Look at it, get hard. Vacuum out that sh_t-set of ripped-up letters.  I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I have such a rigged place, I'm retard. Die erratic. Catch you creeping past in May.  Elevate me to Ohio.  You malformed dark characters I am, maybe two will work out. Teeth fell out, people, you'll ignore 'em. Self-built hip death frat jars.  Rot replaced adult swing bars.  That lonely nun, bleeding outside, dragged on past into my pounding birds.   *  My breath seething, match and shape the killed Seth.  Thy messenger's stupid but I'm described just there.  Run in place and flash them.  Patch my ribs to save me from the juice of inhalation.  I get my butt licked.  Use less skin.  Stray pus will get it off and my ear's gone receptive.  Oh my God, results!  I disabled the audio-generating software.  Hexagonal bolts!  Don't feel my mouth.  Chocolate killed your pledge.  The creator of all violins.  Without speech there will be no music.    *   Bat-flies, in case you like that sh_t.  I'm finding dogs and tornado pictures.  But pictures of the greatest art could cast on Catholic creatures.  Jews, themselves astray, may divide, stripped of their nyet-a-thon clothes, with incandescent revelations in a world of dark art forms.   *   DISCIPLES!!! COME GO WITH ME!!!! TO SAVE A FAILED HUMANITY!!  TOTAL STACCATO CYANIDE!! UNTIL THE YULE-HEAD TARD HALF-DAY!!  PEE-HOLES!! THE SACRIFICIAL RAGS!!  IN CLASS YOU'RE WORSHIPING OR PRAYING!!  THE NEW MILLENNIAL CHRIST!  ENJOY A GAME OF POLO!!!!! LLLLLAUGH!!!!

 

CORRIDOR OF CHAMELEONS:

 

Planetary nuts up in your anomaly. Fold-up foam dimensions cutter. Always standing, your back's to the wind, dance till the end of horse's craving. The press public, that's always too gay. It's the time for gay gang rape on...CHAIRS!!! Clear the name, go out there and...swallow the best of fragile d_cks. Keep your Rabbit certain in auto insurance. Start a collapse, but you're not dressed. Off you go, the chemicals rhyme. Pay for that garbage with our lives! Throw down your shaker, pass undisturbed. Think you got a clue? Blam! Real surroundings. The shoes you bought are so inappropriate. For they never negate that at breakfast. Spin, you'll rise to rave the court. Smoky your path is for the start? Maybe not. Fill the holes. When I touch you there, you'll get really hard! Why don't you use your own ego disease, a virus that came too? Liars and the self-doubt can flow. You're bruised, and you're a f_g. You're on fire. My jaw dings if they're lacking opinion, my mouth is sexy, mating the billions. Heavenly rock in your mind, not salsa; the corridor of chameleons. * Continue, though, to skate on past, nothing gay to keep this train on track. Need to ride, drowned at vacation tours, come sink with me, you're now my guide. Climb the hierarchy ladder, something sublime. They might've told us, of putrid dreams. Maybe I'm supposed to mount a bull. Join a crowd and fashion your closet. * Standing well let's look for crack, she'd pay to seek, it's on in every...They don't mind encouraging injustice. Your pricking fork's in the game, but then they're whistling up the d_ck and other runner games called sexist. Guess the people'd rather rely on currency of dissolving your paper tail, the way you make it to the top. At the T, it's to f_ck you that you've been found. Chameleon sirens, short and brave - nagging, thinking bio-nano-tech to RULE!!!!

 

NEUROTICA:

 

Suck your ornery breast. Salad of broad axe. Chicken, progress cloaked, shit, jogging, grinding slow, animate, cancel, die. You zipped these hairs so long, could you try to bring me hell and put salt in your incorporated soft fingers, I said to lay a fake egg, right?  I'll bow my head, I'm thankful I fought off the head of the grey matter wart.  My servants saw that's what's all rotten, I'm bar none.  They get written the death sentence of chaos, jump and grab sh_t, stab them for me.  Their eyes flex, we can dance if they're f_cked, it's their problem not you.  Psionic dirtbags, they caused the death of flies.  My reign: supremacy, I thieve no word I heard!  Re-bodied, baby, I'm all there is to be: an all-devoted being so complete in my adversity!  * * *  Rip and slice across my eyes, picking out enough shit, it's a whim.  When stealing a dress, your syndicate should know my anal self.  A f_g who's lost his gloves can't sell the people disgust.  Gone is the grand single date, it's a sign you're anal now. SO?!?  * * *  Step aside of this, a sickening thought set them foul, hacked-off head that's real, watching them laugh.  Being in love in the mob, for that's a deadly waste.  Step out slow, check an oldie.  I can live in a time, date a million slime.  I'm burned off, died-off, finger-dipping ghost.  The goddess of old cats step beneath the fabric of dreads.  Can't you do swirls within the Nair of souls?  HA HA!  This is when I'll be done, more between the dissonance, a bid at stake. Battered and numb just a notch, gay pink, for an illusion to make, SEE our RECTAL REIGN UP FROM FAMINE OR PREY!!  Many are burned on the trolley to the menace up inside Jenny.  Red-headed lightning dusts all the punk alive.  Dead faith result called focused consciousness subsides.  I'm high and mighty, behind my scorching eyes.  Insanity's your backyard game, the searching tongue just CRUSHED OUR STRENGTH!

 

THE MOUTH LICKING WHAT YOU'VE BLED:

 

A big shadow, you're superficial like the government!  Pay the sodomizer, a different day I'll pass him.   Six patty-cakes, to the mouth during your Sunday brigade.   On the ball!  Jump!  Bleeding un-American slave!  Now there's hidden laughter at their idiot prostration, wallowing disease - are we going to take vacation?  Why y'all a big threat?  Spinach-thighs, I need it!  You like how I manipulate, don't lie, I praise your psycho name!  I'm not lost, I'm urban and I'm tied up!  Lonely friendship, and you're not hardcore 'nuff!  A wrong fact is there's other stuff, oncoming!  The mouth licking what you've bled, uncommon!    *    I'm the bedbug degenerate!  Hire dogs for your damnations!  They all lay, boy, so my intention, my love, that I, myself, creates.  Catch fire!!  CHAOS!!!!  I'm the bone, I'll only repudiate impunity.  Infatuated by god-damned spit pie.  Last of days, copy all the sickness in mind.  Got thine human eyes!    *    I've raided the sink at the end of the days. Mendacity, betrayal, this is not a phase.  Body helps me chew the filth, here and everlasting.  Thy jaded eyes grace, must it be the human way?

 

SANE:
 

Drop the name of priests who lied.  Bring a man they'll falsify.  Master of deception, choose to rob and not to spy.  The greatest of their truth, have to get into a feedback horse habit.  You'll know why your scent of p_ssy's a novelty. Final!  Come read my tainted lies.  Lies!  Come feed my wretched tainted mind!  Hurry, cover up this p_ss, some would take the people I possess.  Whatever enemy, a disabled weight mendacity could make my brain accept my blah blah jam out future path.  Well they trust you George, manipulation is my game of choice!  Flowered shirt.  I'm the perfect freak, profound in MY!  RAGE!  BELIEVE! in ME!  *   My aim's answers, so you will see, let's play in your mass grave, impose a corn-hole. Got thrown, you owe me. My god-parents'll be...I'll attach my swings.  Manipulation, beer is just sane! Me!  Fame!  In!  Sane!  Me! Sane!  Me.  I'm the way, I'm your truth, gather with me, I'm your future guide.  Sane!  Me!  Sane!  Me!   Gather with me, join my den of swill.  I'm the way, the future guide I must self-proclaim.  Got all weak and dead.  Sinister.  We find the bringer of pain!  Pain! 

 

THE EXQUISITE MACHINERY OF TORTURE:

 

Soft stains, started getting some poopy stoops around Dennis. It is striking down open eyes, with a bird, I'm paralyzed, being lost in devotions. Revenge by years, he's still frightened and it killed my nation, and we would surpass the germ, to devour.  Body raised, I asked that they made it wise, he wishes just retribution, by hate thoughts, twisting the line of defense.  Throat put things uphill, barrening with contaminations.  Stab a carrot, but its own sense likes to penetrate the eyes - I!!! AM I THE NEXT?!?!  SOUND MY FEAR OF COMING HOME, THOUGHTS THAT THREATEN TO KEEP ME AWAY!!!  I!!!!  BEYOND MY REPRIEVE!!!  OR AM I HERE STILL WAITING TO TAKE US TO MY EXQUISITE RETARDED MACHINERY OF TORTURE?!?!  Dumb chimera rises from the end of my carve. Deny I left shocking streaks of putrid action, reproach amid this ace.  Hand me the motion to reject, and let us buy retaliation. The top of the carrot need to relate.  Condition of ability, mine said a lot. Urge addictions, set emotions, scattered plank-walk.  You're betting creation's a self-deception.  Supreme, you lose the grip, and get us locked in the mini-phase.  I like Bud Ice, I'm seeing this coming predictably -- I!!!  AM I THE NEXT?!?!?  SOUNDS OF VICTOR COMING HOME, CLAWS AND DAGGER TO KEEP ME AWAY!!!   I!!!  WE LOVE YOUR REPRIEVE!!! OR AM I HERE STILL WAITING TO TAKE US TO MY EXQUISITE RETARDED MACHINERY???!?    *   MY...SELF, THE BOTTLE IS FAST, ENTERTAINS!  DISCORPORATED BY THE LIGHT ON THE PIGS, DENIED!  BORN OF PSYCHEDELIC COLOR AND HATE!!  FEEL THEIR ARMS ON ME!!!  I'M DEAD!!!!  LIE TO SHAME, STONE AND DISOBEY, SHADOWS NO LONGER CAST!!  FROM THEIR SKY PATH, FORM THAT UGLY TONGUE!!  Do you never taste the crappy sentence, now the weak setting.  The marshals put down a shape, and the shape rematerialized my own progressive thoughts, dreams, and rebellion goals.  Just think of data and the breached hand of reality.  Scattered bits will create, their master's world renames.  Burning inanimate objects, spreading it to my soul.  Your greed had banned objects, keep us down in the family breast.  Scowling to myself, destination in us -- I!!! AM I THE NEXT??!?!  SAD REFLECTOR COMING HOME, FLAWS AND TARMAC TO BEAT ME AWAY!!!  I!!!  WAIT A MINUTE, PIG!!!!! OR AM I HERE STILL WAITING INSIDE OF SOME ICE CREAM, SAID THE TARGET MACHINERY?!?!?  I!!! I'M IN THE NEXT!!!!  MY STAPH HAS ACTED ON MY LUNG, RUN AGAIN, DISLODGED ON SOMETHING I'VE DONE!!!  I!!!!  I WAS NEVER A FRIEND!!! NOW I KNOW, THEY SAID IT'S A LIE, SCRAM, TAKE YOUR TOWEL MACHINERY OF TORTURE!!!!!

 

ELASTIC:

 

Assembled from death, incompatible pieces, living fragments regenerated, pink revolting bits of organic matter punch your life.  Steampipe!  Who let Grandma run, I'm sick of this sh_t!  I thought they'd already saved my frosted costume!  Insult!!  Pump the smoke clean, exert two-thirds sane, imagination bloodsurge. * * * Defying the mold of human flesh, smashing the wall of beliefs, sight to bring insanity, dual-dimensional reality. * * *  Cars on fluff are grinding to a rapid decimal delusional ride.  Twisted disdain of the human eyes in charge.  Biceps cryptic. The great front yard.  A tragic acid-drop.  On it goes, in pathetic gumdrops that rock and rain flesh, swirling to project illusional chained dimension en masse!  * * *  I'm walking, slow funeral self, that okay??  Boy!  Thoth!  Van Damme!  Aim for your nest, violent roast of standards of their insane nonsense.  Are they electrifed?  Beat the clock, on a scale of bone and tissue!   Unobtrusive day, a liquid form, contact all the organic norm!!  * * *  Mind not filled with thoughts.  Butter ran down, think that rain's static.  Soulless creature on the line, but beyond human, elastic.